My heart rises when it snows. The thought of snowmen, deep white fields of cool icy crystals, a brand-new canvas to look at. It changes the landscape so completely that it could be anywhere. I doubt we'll get the 25cm reported in some counties, but I can't wait to see those flakes falling, whenever they decide to fall. I will be all warm and tucked up, totes socks firmly on my little feet, camera in hand ready to catch the first few flakes falling.


[snow tracks left by the resident fallow deer, a common sight early on cold mornings at the old house]

I was a snow-baby, way back in 1986 when I was born, the country was under a deep blanket of ice which lasted all the way through January, through February, and through March. Ever since then, I can't see enough snow fall, or feel enough snowflakes on my face. Last year, whilst renting our quarrymens cottage, we were subject to many deluges, some over 1 foot deep. It was marvellous, I spent many long hours out there frolicking with our dog, who fount it rather novel that it was edible! So, if you're in England over the coming days, make yourself comfy, find a good book, pacify the dog/kids, and enjoy the gorgeous white blanket that will be enveloping us.


[virgin snow captured early in the morning, at the old house]